“MORE RUM!” “MORE RUM!” demanded he
The Tolarian mage of arcane.
He drank, he drank all of it ye see
To drown away his pain.
He left, he left, the little bar
That Tolarian mage of arcane.
Fell right over just not far
From drowning away his pain
A hand, a hand, did extend
To the Tolarian mage of arcane
A lady, what a lady, to him a very good friend
Saved him from the pain
Thanks to her, Dear Masquerade
The pain has gone away.













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"...only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear." -Pickman's Model, (1926-27)
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